"We're at Rigolet, sir, and there's a ship at anchor close by."

Whether I had been asleep or not, I was fully awake now, and found
that the captain had come to tell me of our arrival. The fog had held
off and we had done much better than the captain's prediction.
Hurrying into my clothes, I went on deck, from which, through the
slight haze that hung over the water, I could discern the lights of a
ship, and beyond, dimly visible, the old familiar line of Post
buildings showing against the dark spruce-covered hills behind, where
the great silent forest begins.

All was quiet save for the thud, thud, thud of the oarlocks of a small
boat approaching our ship and the dismal howl of a solitary "husky"
dog somewhere ashore. The captain had preceded me on deck, and in
answer to my inquiries as to her identity said he did not know whether
the stranger at anchor was the _Harlow_ or not, but he thought it was.

We had to wait but a moment, however, for the information. The small
boat was already alongside, and John Groves, a Goose Bay trader and
one of my friends of two years before, clambered aboard and had me by
the hand.

"I'm glad to see you, sir; and how is you?"

Assuring him that I was quite well, I asked the name of the other
ship.

"The _Harlow_, sir, an' she's goin' to Kenemish with daylight."

"Well, I must get aboard of her then, and try to get a passage up. Is